I am a Legend, a prodigy of 2 worlds. An ultimate expert with the strength to crush mountains and, and....... wait wait wait, if I start my story off this way you'll assume I'm lying or boasting in some self-satisfied manner. So let's do this, let's rewind just a bit and start from the beginning, allow me to introduce myself properly.

*Ahem*clears throat*

My name is Lin Ti and this is my legend.

Naturally born Ren Xie, although I said a prodigy I'm not really talented per say. It's more of the fact that I'm extremely hard working. I guess you could say that is my talent or one that was forced upon me. You see my father was a doctor and my mother was a banker so from a very young age knowledge was forced onto me whether I wanted it or not.

While other kids were playing outside, I was being tutored in languages, mathematics and science by the best teachers money could buy. My father personally taught me about the anatomy while my mother crammed my brain with economics and finance. Every day, 365 days a year of constant lectures and test. Naturally my young mind became weak from stress and I was hospitalized for nearly a year.

My parents blamed themselves of course and I was finally allowed to relax while I recovered. I was 9 when I was hospitalized and it was then for the first time in my life I got to watch television, the nurse had turned it on to distract me from a shot I was getting. While scared at first from the needle I soon noticed what was on. It was a cartoon called Detective Danger. It was about a man that fought crime. He was an antihero of sorts and he was amazing, knocking guys out and disappearing into the shadows. My young mind couldn't grasp the amazement I was witnessing. A whole new world had opened up to me.

After I was finally released from the hospital my parents went a lot easier on me. Instead of 7 tutors a day they reduced it to 5, I actually had 3 hrs every day to myself. I started going outside to a local book shop, my parents wouldn't let me watch any tv at home so the only way I could see Detective Danger was on the pages of his comic. He had hundreds of them.

I quickly bought them all and took them home. When my dad saw me and a few of my bodyguards carrying tons of books naturally he was curious and asked and for the first time in my life I lied. It came so natural and so quick I almost couldn't believe what I was saying. I told my father the books were for self-study and he believed me, had he looked closer at them he would have immediately seen through me and discovered the truth but thank god he was busy.

After that, I locked myself away for three hours every day. All I would do is read, it was my own personal paradise. I was completely in the world of Detective Danger and I soon found I had a lot in common with him. He too was rich and from a young age he studied hard as well. The only real difference was his parents were dead and he had a butler who was like a parent named Alfred.

I also had a butler, but he and I never spoke. In Detective Danger I learned that my hero learned all kinds of martial arts, I wanting to be like him immediately sought my parents and begged them to let me learn martial arts. At first they were very hesitant, but once again a lie easily slipped out from me. I told them the reason I wanted to learn was so my body would be tougher and if it was tougher I would be less likely to fall ill thus allowing me to study more and become more successful in the future. Hearing this, they both agreed and after about a week a strange man showed up to our mansion.

My father introduced him as my martial arts instructor. At first I was thrilled and eager to learn to be just like Detective Danger but soon I found myself in tears, my teacher was harsh to the extreme. Before, I would wake at 7:30 a.m every morning and get ready for my day, but master woke me at 4:30 a.m and forced me to train. Every day I would train for 3 hours in the morning before my tutors arrive. Once more I found myself begging to my parents this time to fire master, but they scolded me, told me they didn't raise a quitter.

Saddened I could only bear with it, but for my master it wasn't enough. He said that I was progressing too slowly and so he took my 3 hours of personal time away. Now I was training 6 hrs every day. I truly hated him, but my parents would do nothing. More than a year went by and my teacher finally said that he was ready to teach me techniques.

After age 12 I no longer need any tutors, my knowledge surpassed all of theirs. Not because I was some genius, but because I was forced to learn and memorise. naturally after having no breaks and learning everyday my mind absorbed it all. The only one who remained was my master. Finally, I had time to myself again, but, of course, my master took a huge portion of my personal time, but at least for 2 hrs every day I could once again dive into that world of Detective Danger.

After another year, master told me that my techniques were nearly perfect and that now we would move on to the most important part of martial arts. The energy in which gives power to all techniques this energy was called KI. I soon found that every part of me was stronger. The ki that flowed through my body circulating into every single cell and arriving back into my dan tian, my core, had granted me a new sense of reality.

I could smell further, I could hear incredibly far, my speed when running was almost blurred, my strength was easily 15 times stronger and if that wasn't incredible enough I could sense living things in my presence by up to 5 meters. I finally understood for the first time in my life my master wasn't evil, he was just a misunderstood genius. And for the first time in my heart I truly acknowledged my master.

This continued for years and with this progress I found myself loving martial arts, I was truly happy. Until one day my mother found my comics, she burned them all in front of me said they were a waste of time and to never read them again. When my father found out I thought he would be mad at me as well, but instead he was mad at my mother. He saw how much the books had meant to me and was truly enraged that his wife would destroy something his son loved.

Soon an argument broke out between them and lasted for quite a while. I had wished that that would have been the end of it, but afterwards every day they would fight over me, over how to raise me and what was best for me and then they would fight over other things. At first little things like how one would dress and how another would eat, It became routine. Every day they would pick at each other until neither could take it anymore and they promptly got a divorce.

They both moved out of the house when they asked me who would I live with once again arguments ensued. I told them I would just live at home with master. Seeing as how the other couldn't win they agreed to it and me and master found the house to be quite empty. I sunk into a depression and was sad for a long time until my master took me to many competitions in which I won every single one of them hands down, crushing everyone quite easily.

It seemed that ki was not something widely known to people. They knew of it from movies and tv, but all of them only saw it as legends and fantasy, that coupled with my perfect technique and my toughened body I quickly shocked the world. Magazine covers, news articles my face was everywhere. With money starting to come in and an abundance of free time, I became lazy. I stayed in read comics and watched anime.

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Even master couldn't rouse my spirit. Seeing how he couldn't interest me in anything and he had taught me everything he knew he left and retired. I was his best student and he was old enough now so he wanted to relax. He had reached his limits in martial arts long ago and there was nothing more for him to do so he went back to his hometown and settled down. As for me, I became bored, stagnant if you will.

Tired of doing the same thing every day over and over. My parents seeing me in this state couldn't stand it any longer and they both agreed to cut me off. I found myself living on the street. Everything that I wanted to do cost money and so I decided to earn some cash. I first went and donated some blood earning a measly $30. I then went to a net cafe. With the knowledge I possessed and the lack of funds, there was only one thing that could earn me a living in a short amount of time. Well 2 if you include illegal means, but I was raised to be good so for me there was really only one way to earn money fast and that was stocks.

After creating an account, using the knowledge from my mother I easily analyzed the stocks to a frightening degree and picked up some subtle clues about the stocks. After analyzing the stocks, I then read news articles about what has been happening around the world lately. Looking over everything, an article stood out to me. It wasn't anything amazing just a farm had to recall a shipment of chickens that may have been sick.

The prices of that company's stock went down, but that wasn't what grabbed me that company also sells eggs to over 3000 different stores around the country. Which means that if I invest now the price should shoot up when they have to recall the eggs. I would have invested in the chicken stock, but that was only one shipment of chickens going to one store, but these eggs were going to 3000 different stores.

The profit I would make would be many times greater. I checked the stores and they were a chain of stores. there were 3 different conglomerates that owned these chain of stores. I saw that the stock fro these 3 conglomerates were starting to go up someone else had noticed what I had. I quickly bought a tiny bit of stock from each company and waited, sure enough the next day the stocks of each company had gone up several points.

I sold my shares at the highest guaranteed price and made $700. After that, it was on, that 700 became $10,000 and from that to $272,000. Within a year, I had made several millions of dollars it was too easy. The very next year I had made over a hundred million, once again I became a bit of a celebrity. People called me the wolf of wall street. I never lost money and I always made a profit. Because of this many powerful people didn't like what I was doing and many more even hated me.

In 5 yrs, I had started buying companies and maximising their profits I had built a global empire and by then I had made my first billion dollars, I was truly a force to be reckoned with. By my 25 birthday, I was worth well over 40 billion dollars, but I found myself in the same situation, again I became bored. It was simply too easy to make money. Everything I wanted I could easily get, nothing was a challenge anymore.

I found myself becoming a humanitarian and helping many people, donating billions to charity, building schools and hospitals. I thought if I did some good maybe then I would feel better, but still no. I found myself sitting alone one day when I received a package, it was a card from my father wishing me a happy birthday. I had been so bored that I had even forgotten my own birthday. Reading it brought a small smile to my face but nothing more.

At the bottom of the card, it read p.s "Detective Danger is here to take away your boredom." In the rest of the package was a Detective Danger comic. As I set down the card I looked over the comic with fond memories, it was then that a strange idea popped into my mind. It was so stupid but at the same time it wasn't. I thought to myself how come I'm not a superhero. When I was a child I wanted to be just like Detective Danger and we were very similar. Both smart, both rich and both are extremely skilled in martial arts.

Why don't I do it? What's stopping me? Thinking it over I only became more and more excited. For the first time in my life, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life. I will become a superhero. I quickly looked up different materials for a costume names that I might use and anything else I would need to start being a hero, but I found myself being bogged down by running a billion dollar conglomerate, I simply had no time.

After thinking about it for a while I decided to step down as president of all my company's and just have controlling interest 51% of them if you will, but in order to make everything finalised I had to fly out and sign some legal documents. On my own personal jet, everything was going smoothly until disaster struck. There had been bad weather for a while and lightning from a storm struck my plane destroying 2 of the engines.

The plane started to plummet towards the ground and I just couldn't believe it. Ever since I was born there was virtually no fulfilment in my life and after 25 years I finally figured out my purpose in life and it was about to end. All that money I had worked hard and earn by myself, this body that I tempered and honed to an excruciating degree, all my knowledge, what was the point. I had a few girlfriends here and there, but nothing permanent so I never got married nor had kids. I'm leaving nothing behind but a business.

I don't even have any friends to mourn for me after I'm gone. All I could do was curse in disappointment, my chest burned with rage and fury and as the plane finally hit the ground my last words were... "FUCK!"

After that, there was darkness, everything seemed to be black and still. There were no screams, no pain, no feeling at all. If nothingness existed then this would be it.

Where is this am I dead? After a second, I heard something a voice I think. It was saying something, but I couldn't quite understand it.

"ple"

What, what was that that voice just now?

IN the darkness, a small voice could barely be heard.

"s...ple.."

Is it talking to me?

"ke....u.......p"

Is this for me?

It's then that I feel a pull from the direction of the voice, a suction if you will and this time the voice is completely crystal clear.

"PLEASE WAKE UP!"

My eyelids feel so heavy, but my brows twitch anyway and I sluggishly open them. At first my vision is filled with light until my sight adjust. I seem to be lying down in plain bed and above me a woman is holding me tightly and crying. I try to open my mouth to say something, it's then that I notice a shooting pain in my entire body and because of it I bellow out a scream.

"Ahhhhh!"

The woman nearly jumps from fright and looks down at me as she cries loudly. Seeing me awaken, tears flow from her like a river and she squeezes me again and shouts.

"Lin Ti my son you're alive, thank god thank god thank god."

Once more I release a roar in anguish

"Ahhhh it burns!"

I quickly faint from the pain and as I do a thought pops into my head

"Who is Lin Ti?"

End of prologue